It’s the third of January, 2010 and the new year is already feeling pretty good with the exception of the frigid temperatures outside. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and I’m finally getting some guidance about Plan B.
I had a nice spiritual experience the other night at the urging of my inner voice. Wednesday was a tough day at the Center as we cleared everything out of there in the frigid weather. Thank God for Larry (Sparky), Marina, Cathy and Kay or that place would still be filled with stuff. They worked their butts off, filling their suv’s with boxes upon boxes and then they delivered them all to my house.
My plan was to stay home and start organizing everything but my inner voice pushed me hard to go over to the Center and vacuum one more time which seemed odd because I had vacuumed it a couple times already, but it wouldn’t leave me alone, so I went over to the Center.
I wiped the counter tops off one more time, closed up the blinds and as I walked around vacuuming, all kinds of wonderful memories came to me about when we first rented the place and completely gutted it to create our own space.
The basement carpeting was orange circles from 1977. Half of the floor was dirt and we had to bring in a cement mixer and bags and bags of 80 lb. cement bags. Bobby Sullivan has fond memories of carrying all those bags down several steps. Jorge and Fernando took over the project and before we knew it, the basement floor was even and looking good.
Chris Herzog (Truiffle) was the project manager and Carey Devers was the organizer and “mama of the project”. Every day when we showed up for work, Carey was there in her orange shirt, with a list of instructions for Carol and I. Jim Tomann (bulldog) layed the floors and that alone brings back a ton of happy memories because we laughed so hard. Chris framed in offices and two new bathrooms and Carol and I learned how to sheet rock, tape, mud, prime and paint. It took us a little over three months to get the place in order and when we were finished, we were all incredibly proud of the work we had done to create “The Center.” Brand new carpeting up and downstairs, beautiful bathrooms, Chris made my office his special project and put “waynes coating” (I’m sure I spelled that wrong) on the walls.
Everywhere that I vacuumed had a memory to it. The people that showed up to help us every night and on the week ends. The food that people brought in to feed the helpers. The conversations we had with people while we worked on various projects. The painting crew, the ceiling crew, the electrical crew. Every time we had a need for an expert in something ie; electrical, plumbing, etc,
they’d show up. Paul, Greg, Bill, JIm, Mike and Chris H., Bruce, Tess, Carey, Jorge, Fernando, Shannon and her friend, Kay, Julia, Julie, Nathan, Jim L., Lisa, Adam, Dennis, The Junk Squad.
Memories flooded back to me as I slowly walked around remembering all the fun times we’ve had in that building. The classes, the students, the potlucks and aurapalooza’s. The brainstorming sessions we had.
I thanked the building for being an important part of my life and it felt like the building was thanking me/us for giving her new life. For tearing down the old and seeing all the possibilities that she had to offer people. There was a very magical feeling in that place that night as I said good-bye and turned out the lights for the last time.
So what’s plan B? Well, one thing that came to the very next morning is that I’m supposed to shift my teaching gears from psychic development to spiritual development. That my focus now is to help people understand their oneness with God and the Christ part of themselves. I’m going to be renting space at Lake Harriet Church to teach my classes and do the meditations. My sense is that this big shift is about making my life easier, with less responsibility. Lightening my load and totally going where I’m guided to go.
So stay tuned for the upcoming new class based on the book Discover the Power Within You by Eric Butterworth. I feel excited and rejuvenated about this. 2010 is going to be a good year.
And now back to the all the boxes sitting in my living room.